Dreams

Who are you? The mysterious girl without a face,
yet  my heart boils in the whisper of your name.
What is it again?
The last trace, a shadowy silhouette of flowing long hair,
Glimpse of eyes as bright as the glittering gems,
My own too cautious and embarrassed
to be caught in its lustrous rays.
An affection that will bring ruins to a friendship;
An affection so obvious and constantly denied.
A sail out of an isolated island into the tempesting sea,
A border entrenched deep, kneel, touch, and sigh in regret.
Among all, my sight only fixed on you,
even though I believed we both understood,
I brought no proof, no confirmation, no declaration, and no condolence.
The call that asked me,
“What do you want the most?”
I am afraid to say you,
so I replied,
“Knowledge on the motive, the process, and the structure of the humanly heart.”
Or because I am afraid of myself, the uncontrollable variable.
“Don’t you already have it?”
The incomprehensible existence, I do acknowledge.
Yet I cannot say it.
Maybe one day, when I finally relinquish my role
as a knight, a protector from burdens.
I can become your equal. 

Exchange Part II

The Veroné Bridge is one of the most ancient manmade structure on the continent. Its first construction was dated way back, rumored to be a relic from the Second Divine Intervention. The legend has it that one of the twelve guardians, Vercirphone, purged the one of twenty-seven Archdemon from the central of the lake by freezing the entire lake and then piercing it with the Lance of Crimson Roses. The lance was said to have sealed the demonic power and convert the remains of the Archdemon into a sizable island in the middle of the lake. Thus, the island became one of the holy sites for all who worship the three goddesses of creation.
The bridge from the south bank was first constructed as a road of pilgrimage, since frequent fogs upon the lake and strong current made boating navigation difficult. Later, the Church found that the island can function as an anchor point for a bridge way that connects the south bank to the north bank. Traveling across the lake by the bridge, which usually involves heading west for the ferry at Cheron, was then easier and faster. The missionary outpost soon became a popular trading ground and a vital transportation route. Since the bridge way did pass through one of the "holy grounds" declared by the Church, it was quite legitimate for the Church to pass through a travel tariff for any traffic using the bridge .
However, bridge ferry soon became more popular as the business expanded on the lake banks, lands that were not taxed by the Church. Ferry services overtook the carriage services and became the most dominant transportation method. As long as the bridge could be seen in the fog, the boat had no problem reaching the docks on the islands. Traders picked their preference of  boats, having a greater capacity and lower maintenance cost. The pilgrims rarely traveled by horses. The carriage travel on bridges became an exclusive for the upper class. So the two lane stone bridge was never expanded on for the past, maybe a few hundred years, but was  maintained frequently in good shape to be the guide for trading boats. Maybe a few years after the construction of the north bank bridge, the Church dropped the rate on bridge crossing and increased the docking fee. No surprise there.